はじめまして。

kennechenko/SUSHI date

Please let me participate For @rerarepairmonth Week 5 - Date Night, Dark Sides, Underground/Undersea, FREE SPACE - May 25th to May 31st

Vendetta Leon and Damnation Sasha on a dated

Lmao fffuck it *puts him in another au once again

RE: Damnation - в конце концов Part 1

From @rerarepairmonth's week 2 prompt - Infection scare. I think the first half is good enough for it, but ofc I'm gonna finish the 6 remaining pages :]c

🎥Damnation DVD BOX＆設定資料集

Resident Evil: Damnation 3D/2D Blu-ray Box with Super Tyrant Figure (Limited to 5000 sets) [Blu-ray]

↓Setting material collection❤️

ダムネーションを友人から借りて見て、しばらくして買ったと思う。まだ売ってる…

オープニングですね。

Heavy Rain

Kiss Challenge [Filler]

[ Warning: Spoilers for Resident Evil 6 (mainly the Leon and Helena campaign) !!! ]

It just wasn’t Buddy’s day. Despite the weather forecast having promised sunshine and blue skies, it had been raining since the morning. That alone wouldn’t have been reason enough for the Slav’s foul mood, but since he had foolishly trusted the announcement he hadn’t brought an umbrella or raincoat with him. And it was a steady downpour. He had gotten soaked to his skin instantly. In fact he felt his clothes cling to him in most parts and his shoes had turned out to be not waterproof as well. He could still remember times long past when his shoes would have made squishing sounds while walking, although he couldn’t verify that, small relieve it brought him, being tied to this wheelchair. He practically felt like he was sitting in a puddle of rainwater. And from the looks of it, that was exactly how it was.

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Drawing them makes me feel like I'm back to 2012 when Damnation first released.

my kennechenko HC

This is my email I sent to DM in response to a question about Buddy and Kenechenko. I was able to write a little about Kennechenko, so I'll post it here. I'm sorry if there are any strange parts because it's a Google translation.

⚠️Long⚠️I'm a big fan of Damnation's Buddy. I wasn't know about Leon's popularity or achievements in games, so I thought Damnation's Leon is a strong, humanity kind warrior who saves him.

Buddy lost his students and his fiancée, and even though he was hurt, he kept fighting. He's strong, emotional, and self-sacrificing, and I like that about him. I thought he was going to die at the end, but Leon saved him. I'm really glad that Buddy was able to return to his original self as a teacher!

Please be careful from here on. This is a fan fiction love story between Leon and Buddy that is not in the original work.

In my fan fiction（HC）, this encounter makes Leon fall in love with Buddy.

So, when Leon finishes his mission, he comes to Buddy. Since Leon is his benefactor, Buddy will always welcome Leon warmly.

Buddy has to take care of himself legs. And he has lost the woman he loved the most. So Buddy will need time. but he will gradually fall in love too.

Leon is strong, but in the Damnation official novel, he's tired of fighting. I think that meeting Buddy, who he saved and who is now alive and well, will heal him.

Thank you for reading this far✨

↓Japanese

これはバディとケネチェンコについての質問にDMで返信したメールです。Google翻訳なのでおかしな点があったらごめんなさい。

長文です⚠️ ダムネーションのバディの大ファンです。 レオンの人気やゲームでの活躍は知らなかったので、ダムネーションのレオンは彼を救う強くて人情味のあるオリジナルの戦士だと思っていました。

バディは生徒と婚約者を失い、傷つきながらも戦い続けました。強くて感情豊かで自己犠牲的なところが好きです。 最後は死んでしまうと思っていましたが、レオンに救われました。 バディが元の先生の姿に戻って本当に良かったです！

以下は原作にはない、レオンとバディの恋愛物語です。

私のファンフィクションでは、この出会いをきっかけにレオンはバディに恋をします。

そして、レオンは任務を終えるとバディの元へ向かいます。レオンは恩人なので、バディはレオンを温かく迎え入れます。でもバディには自分の下肢の世話があり、幼なじみの婚約者もいました。だからバディは時間はかかりますが、徐々に恋に落ちていきます。

レオンは強いですが、ダムネーション公式小説では戦いに疲れています。彼が救い、今は元気に生きているバディとの出会いが、彼を癒やしてくれるのではないかと思います。

ここまで読んでいただき、ありがとうございます✨

[OVER?] - aureatescars

[  OVER?  ]:     after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them. / @aureatescars

" Shit. "

The curse follows an inelegant stumble through the door of his apartment, fingers white-knuckling around the handle as he tries to find his feet. The room swims, or maybe his head swims and there's an unpleasant roiling feeling in the pit of his stomach plus a bad taste at the back of his mouth indicating he's gone well over the respectable treshhold of what a man's supposed to consume in terms of booze for the night.

Not that he really cares. Not that anyone really seems to care. A whole week since he'd been forced to shoot his whole damn team after already having lost them once and no one'd bother to check in beyond Hunnigan telling him to take some time to get his head back on straight and the usual text from Sherry. Not even━

Well. He's only got himself to blame for that one. If Leon had bothered responding to his texts even once, maybe━

The thought wrenches at his heart in a way he doesn't really feel like dealing with right now ( or ever, really ) and Leon pushes himself forward, throwing the door shut behind him. He doesn't bother turning on the lights, doesn't bother hanging up his coat as it drops to the floor. He fumbles at the cabinets, pulling them open at random, a low noise of triumph in his throat when he finds what he's looking for. He'd been respectfully told to clear the premises at the bar he'd been drinking at, but there's no one to stop him from drinking himself into an even deeper stupor in the privacy of these four walls.

( he refuses to call it home. this isn't home. he hasn't truly been home in months )

He screws off the cap with shaking fingers, cursing again when it slips from his fingers and rolls beneath the cabinets. Doesn't matter, he thinks. He plans on finishing the rest of this bottle anyway. Except when that first swig hits his tongue and burns down his throat, he's hit with the sudden and undeniable realization that his body's had enough. His surroundings blur around him, the walls spinning at a speed he can't keep up with any longer and a stab of nausea so sharp and acute has his stomach lurch painfully and his body shudder.

Leon only barely manages to turn, the bottle slipping from his fingers and hitting the ground, before he's emptying the contents of his stomach into the kitchen sink, coughing and retching miserably.

He sinks to the floor afterwards, panting, his face and neck covered in cold sweat. A shard of glass cuts into his palm, where the neck of the bottle had broken off from impact, and the booze seeps into the fabric of his jeans, but Leon hardly notices.

He breathes, in and out, shuddering and choking on dry sobs. He has no fucking clue what he's doing anymore. No fucking clue what he wants. He only knows it's not this: teetering on that brink waiting to finally fall off and hope there's some peace to be found at the bottom.

His phone is out of his pocket before he can stop himself and when a trembling thumb hits the call button on speaker for the one person he swore to himself he'd leave alone, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he hated himself for how things had ended, he can't even find it in himself to regret it. He's already fucked up in more ways than one, what's another broken promise to the mix? It's so damn late too, fuck knows if Sasha would even answer the━

" Leon? "

There's no time to prepare against the wave of emotion constricting his chest at hearing Sasha's voice through the speaker. God, he'd missed it. Missed him, like a constant ache around his heart. His lids screw shut, throat suddenly too tight to speak or utter more than a soft whimper as tears start trickling from the corners of his eyes. His fingers tight curl around the phone as he pulls it towards his chest, and he finds his forehead resting atop his knees. " Leon, is that you? "

" Yeah, " Leon swallows around the lump in his throat and finally finds his voice, hoarse and terrible as it may sound, the slur in his words unmistakeable. " Listen, I uh, know I've no right to ask you for anything after━, " their last parting. The supposed final one. " ━ but I... I don't think I should be alone right now. 'm afraid I might do something stupid and I... I couldn't think of anyone else to━. "

" Where are you? I'm coming over. "

There's no hesitation, no anger in that still so familiar gravel, the accent just as he remembers it and Leon can't stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath at the worry he hears, the care still layered through it even though Leon doesn't deserve it, shouldn't even be asking this much. But as ever, he seems just as incapable of denying Sasha; especially now, still drunk and more miserable than he's ever felt. " Uh, my place... gave you the key. 'bout an hour from where we used to... "

Used to live. Those words fail him, familiar pain stabbing through his chest again remembering everything he's given up and squandered away because he'd thought it better that way, less risky. Safer. It still would be, he knows that much, but at this point he can't really find it in himself to care. Not after everything he's been put through those past few months.

" I'll be there in fifty. Stay safe. "

" I love you, " The words spill out unbidden, in a rush, his voice low and wavering, relief and defeat warring in his gut. " I never stopped... I'm sorry. Sasha. I'm sorry. "

There's a hitch of breath on the other end, a beat of silence. Then. " I'll be there soon, Leon. I promise. "

_____

He somehow manages to drag himself off the floor and into the shower, dazed and drained and wondering if that call really happened, wondering what he's afraid of more. That he somehow spilled his guts in a pathetic drunken haze or that he dreamed of hearing Sasha's voice. His mind swirls with half-formed thoughts and doubts, what if Sasha had moved on. What if he'd found someone else, what if Leon really had squandered it all. What if he'd inadvertently just brought even more pain on them by doing this. By asking this selfish, selfish thing.

He's shivering, despite the warmth of the shower, the effect of the alcohol slowly waning off leaving him feeling wrung out and nauseous. He clumsily bandages the cut on his hand after half-heartedly patting himself dry and struggles into something more comfortable. He rinses his mouth and brushes his teeth.

The bed feels too empty and too large as usual as Leon curls up beneath the covers, back towards the bedroom door and it's all he can do to simply keep breathing through the mess of emotions tangling in his chest and stomach. He's so fucking tired.

He's not sure how long he simply lies there before he hears the click of the lock, the sound of footsteps. Leon tensens, fingers curling into his pillow, his eyes shutting as if bracing himself for disappointment and the sting of shame. What would Sasha even think of him now. Pale, haggard, hair still dyed darker, too lean by half. A hollow shell of that rookie he met back then.

The footsteps close in on the bedroom and then stop, that same hitching breath sounding from behind him. He hears something uttered in Russian, followed by his name breathed out like a prayer and finds himself curling up a little tighter, unable still to turn around. There's the rustle of fabric, softer steps indicating Sasha had taken his shoes off and then, the dip of the mattress, the weight of an arm around his waist and the solid heat of Sasha's body against his back as the other slips into bed with him and pulls him into an embrace like he never left. And then, that voice, soft but firm, sinking into him like a carress. " I'm here. For as long as you need me. "

It doesn't take more than that for the tension to snap, the dam to break, his body shuddering under the onslaught of emotion as he turns around and clings to Sasha like a lifeline, almost keening when he feels lips against his forehead, hands touch the back of his neck and the length of his spine. It's not even sexual, arousal about the last thing he feels even if this is a dream come true, but the fact that he hasn't been touched this gently for so long.... the fact that Sasha is offering it without hesitation or demand...

God, Leon thinks. He'd been such a fool to think that this is the part he had to give up. To delude himself into he was doing the right thing when nothing he's ever done ever seemed to make a difference anyway. Wanting to protect Sherry, only to see her in the care of the guy who turned out to be a traitor. Wanting to save people, only to have to make unnecessary sacrifices of them time and time again. Wanting to love Sasha, but letting his duty take precedence when all its ever done is chip away at pieces of his soul until there would be nothing left.

He's done. The thought solidifies in his mind until it fills him whole. It's been enough.

He sucks in a deeper breath, feeling himself calm under that determination and finally, finally allows himself to meet Sasha's eyes, lips trembling as those beautiful amber hues look back without reproach, parting around words he should have said years ago. " I want to quit. I'm ... I'm done fighting their fight. I can't do it anymore. "

Sasha's eyes widen, shock, surprise, hope warring within his gaze; a wariness too, which hurts, but which Leon can hardly blame him for. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Sasha's lips, an apology and reassurance wrapped in one, sagging in relief when Sasha kisses back. " Promise I'll repeat it tomorrow, " When sober. When he can tell Sasha he's sorry without stumbling over his words.

Right before he slips under in what promises to be the first restful night in weeks, he faintly hears I love you mumbled in a rough accent; and for the first time in a long, long time, Leon believes they'll be okay.